Chapter 389: I Don't Mind Using Extreme Measures

"Big brother, why are you questioning me again? I don't know!" Joe Heath insisted.

A loud "swoosh" -

Sylvan Cheney stood up, walked toward him, feeling very cold.

"Joe Heath, you sent her abroad, do you fucking know she could be in danger? Hmm?"

Sylvan Cheney's gaze was as sharp as a knife as he angrily seized Joe Heath's collar, gripping it tightly!

Right now, Sylvan Cheney was like an irrational male lion, with bloodshot eyes.

Joe was momentarily stunned.

This was the first time he had seen Sylvan Cheney so out of control!

Even when Sylvan Cheney's mother committed suicide, he never saw Sylvan in such a state.

Landon was composed then, but now, completely different!

Joe suddenly felt uneasy.

Sylvan Cheney's hand tightened!

"Speak!"

"Big brother, you... you... let go..." Joe Heath gasped for breath.

His face began to turn pale, suffocating.

Even his heart felt strangled.

The fingers of Sylvan Cheney still clung to his collar, but slightly loosened.